I walk among the living
But communicate with the dead
I am a warlock, though young
No, it is not just in my head

I enter the building,
I am your guardian
Silent rooms, and empty passageways
Doors leading into no place, anyplace
Safety and danger, light and darkness
Await behind the silent faces

Throbbing machinery and an unknown clanging;
    sounds like the Morlocks are home
Deep, shadowed tunnels,
    I walk below you
Earth spirits howl at me
    through the ducts and vents
What if the concrete and steel fall on me?
Will my immortality save me?
Or will I be doomed to lie in a crushed,
    mutilated body forever?
Till judgement comes down

A hallway on the top
Stairways toward descent
Others that try to go higher
Toward a lit steeple, shining beacon
For spirits to find their way
In this structure there have been
    Barracks, learning, infirmary (Where children died)
Rape and eternal screams
Depravity and filth
What kind of things live here now?

My mystic senses too acute
Suddenly make me aware
Of someone here, when I thought
That I was alone
Someone waiting for me
At the end of the hall
Another walking behind me
The first wants to be held
And know why he is dead
    (Where's my mother?!)
The other would like to sever my head

My personal shields won't save me
    From myself
When my adrenalin kicks in
My body shakes, joints lock
Muscles spasm as I look over my shoulder
No one home
I continue down the hall
In pursuit
Another follows behind